Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Taking advantage of the last moment, Lupine and Twil chatted for a while about the plan to recruit werewolves.

Lupine himself is a werewolf, and he naturally realizes the complexity of the werewolf group without Tweel reminding him.

But because he is not an ordinary werewolf.

As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he has rich experience in fighting whether he is facing werewolves or ordinary wizards.

In Tver’s heart, he is simply the perfect candidate to become the new leader of the werewolves.

“You have to be mentally prepared. Apart from material things, we can’t give you much help in wooing werewolves.”

In fact, it’s not that Tweel really can’t help Lupine, but the benefits brought by the werewolf are not worth his own hands, or sending Malvolio and Cynthia, who have more important goals than the werewolf to carry out.

Therefore, the most suitable candidate to win over werewolves is Lupine.

However, Lupine thought that Tver did not want to get involved in the werewolf affairs. After all, not everyone has the ideal of helping the world. He was very grateful to be able to provide him with so much help.

“I understand that you can do so much for werewolves, and you are already much better than most people in the magical world.”

To put it bluntly, even Dumbledore couldn’t do his best for the werewolves.

Of course, a character like Dumbledore should have more important things waiting for him to solve.

Lupine was actually very grateful to Dumbledore. If it weren’t for him, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to receive a complete magical education, let alone meet several partners who could be called brothers.

Thinking of Sirius Black, he couldn’t help but sigh sadly.

He actually still doubted what happened back then, and he still couldn’t believe that Black would betray James.

He even said that he had doubted whether he would be unable to resist the pressure and betray everyone, but he never thought that Black would be the one to leak the secret.

How could Blake, who was proud, dashing and disdainful of the mysterious man’s power, choose to become the traitor he despised the most.

It’s just that he has never dared to tell others. He only dared to secretly miss the past in his wandering life.

If he hadn’t heard about Black’s escape from prison, he wouldn’t have chosen to expose himself and run to Grimmauld Place at the risk.

But, where are you, Padfoot…

Tver looked at Lupine who suddenly felt melancholy inexplicably.

He was obviously high-spirited just now, but after a while of silence, he suddenly became sad.

“I won’t disturb you anymore. The Christmas dinner is about to start, and I have to go home in a hurry.”

Tver stood up, instantly pulling Lupine’s attention away from his memories.

“Aren’t you going to stay at school for Christmas? Speaking of which, this is the first time I’ve been able to attend a Christmas dinner so comfortably. You know, I’ve always been tired in the past.”

“No, if it’s a little later, my mother can come and take me back in person.”

Tweel took his things and walked out of the office with Lupine.

The afternoon sun was still there, but the students who had been playing outside returned to the castle, waiting for the dinner to begin.

The dementors outside also calmed down a lot, and basically stood obediently at their posts, motionless.

The castle was also decorated with colorful Christmas decorations. Thick ribbons of holly and mistletoe were hung on the corridors, and the armor on both sides was polished.

Even not many students can appreciate it.

After Tver said goodbye to Lupine at the castle gate, he walked out of the school in the gradually cooling dusk.

There is still a dinner waiting for him at home.

…

When Tver returned to the manor, the only things that greeted him were the street trees on both sides.

There are not many Christmas decorations, but they are hung precisely in the same position on each tree.

This kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder can only be seen in the magic world.

However, he was already familiar with the process, so he walked quickly back to the house.

As soon as I opened the door, it was already bustling inside.

Mills and Jeff were busy in the kitchen, with Cynthia helping out a little from time to time.

As for Brinda, she leaned on her chair and directed Cynthia and Malvolio to arrange the dishes.

“Cynthia, just put that cheese-baked crab in front of Tver, he likes it.”

“Yes, the plate of cranberry tart is also on the side.”

“Delix, please cut up the roasted turkey first. You don’t have to wait–”

Brinda caught a glimpse of Tver who was laughing sarcastically from the corner of her eye, and immediately shook her head.

“No need to wait for Tver, just give him the remaining bones anyway.”

But Tver would not be intimidated so easily.

He quickly came to the dining table and picked up a delicious egg tart.

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At the same time, Cynthia’s finger vaguely pointed at Brinda’s position.

He understood immediately.

“This is truly the most delicious egg tart I have ever tasted. It is both crispy and soft, and the cranberry flavor is fully stimulated.”

“I can’t believe this is food that can be made by human hands. At least Merlin must have used Ms. Helga’s food magic!”

“Just this small plate of egg tarts is enough to be worth all the desserts I’ve had before!”

“That’s good. You can just eat this plate of egg tarts from now on, and leave the other dishes to us.” Brinda chuckled lightly and pulled Cynthia to sit down.

“Sit down quickly, Delis. I’ll ask you to eat more of tonight’s food.”

At this time, Mills and Jeff also came out with the last seafood soup.

“Oh, Jeff, is this gentleman your guest?”

“It looks familiar, sir, but no.” Jeff replied, holding back a laugh.

“Cynthia, Delis, do you know each other?” Mills asked in a pretentious manner while sharing the soup with everyone.

Tver reluctantly snatched Malvolio’s share.

“I am Ms. Brinda’s most distinguished guest, you’d better respect me…”

“Sit down quickly!” Brinda pulled him down angrily.

“Really, Delis and Cynthia are so busy, they both know to come in advance to help.”

“It turns out that it’s good for you. You didn’t come back until the dinner party was about to start. Is this still your home anymore?!”

“They just accepted my order and came to help in advance. They get half of the credit…well, I must have a little credit!”

Under Brinda’s gaze, Tver decisively looked away.

“Wow, what a sumptuous meal tonight!”

This is not a compliment, but it is indeed very rich, and basically all the dishes that the three chefs are good at appear on the table.

If the dining table hadn’t been much shorter, he would have thought he was back in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

“I thought you didn’t have enough food last year, so this year I specially asked them to cook more and the taste is more complex. You won’t waste everyone’s hard work, will you?” Brinda held her chin with her hand and smiled half-heartedly. He looked at Tver.

He swallowed unconsciously.

“……Won’t.”